Fuck the gazelles, I'm running solo

RIP Scrunchy

He was the best and the greatest. He was my sentry when I showered and would lick my hips to help me dry off. His first meal with me was spaghetti and it took me a month to realize that the light orange dot on his chin wasn’t a spaghetti stain, but his coloring.

He’s been through a lot and finally his little bod gave out.

I miss you so much, Scrunchels. Give my love to Cleo and Sig for me. They’ll be waiting for you.